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Interview With The Succubus

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It was the opportunely of a lifetime, as far as Trina was concerned.  The strange, otherworldly creature who periodically 'visited' her world of Selmkip never stayed long, and predicting when or where it would appear had proved all but impossible.  But tonight, luck was on her side.  It had shown up practically across the street from where she had been working, and commenced with its usual behavior.

Trina's dark suit and skirt flapped in the wind as she hung out the side of the helicopter, strands of raven-black hair escaping her tight ponytail, flying loose in the wind.  The pilot was not enthusiastic about getting so close to the titanic creature, but Trina had payed him well, and was confident in her ability to negotiate with the voracious female.

The impossible, building-sized creature soon shifted into view: nearly 100 feet tall and mostly naked, she was in fact rather hard to miss.  The giantess had a silvery-blue tint to her smooth, pale skin, and iridescent shiny dark blue hair that fell loose to her waist.  Huge bat-wings attached to her back – currently folded – and a pair of straight, thin pointed horns grew from her head.  She possessed a slender hourglass figure, limbs supple and shapely with youthful, feminine curves.  Her breasts, bare for all to see, seemed neither excessive nor modest for her frame, though they were quite perky despite the lack of any support, their defiance of gravity especially impressive given that they probably weighed more than Trina's helicopter, together.

Her face was almost angelic in its delicate beauty, and upon closer inspection, she was not quite nude, however immodest her attire.  Upon her head a circlet or tiara of some silvery material rested, made up of intricate, flowing curves, the metal so skillfully crafted it looked almost organic.  She wore a pair of similarly-beautiful earnings, and a skirt that left literally nothing to the imagination, both because it fell barely past her thighs, and was made of more metallic links, these so fine and delicate the garment was almost completely translucent.  An entire car sat in one hand, and seemed to be the current focus of her interest.

"Hello!"  Trina declared once they were closer, voice amplified over the noise of the helicopter by her megaphone.  "I am Trina Vallid with Channel 22 news!  I'd like to talk to you!"  She held her breath as the tremendous female's huge dark blue eyes flicked up from the car, and focused on the helicopter.  And her.

"What?"  the giantess said after several seconds, raising one delicate eyebrow.

Encouraged by the non-hostile response, Trina continued.  "I'd like to give you an interview.  Ask some questions about you and where you come from!"

The huge creature stared at her for several breathless moments, lips pursed in consideration, before speaking.  "Hmm, I think I would rather eat you instead."  Her huge hand filled Trina's vision before she could react, plucking her from the helicopter with easy dexterity.  Squirming between two giant fingers, Trina found herself elevated up to that huge face, soft lips already parting to admit her to her doom.

"Nooo!  Wait!  I just want to show everyone who you are and what you want!  The world deserves to know!!"

The beautiful, overwhelming creature paused, blinking at the hapless human in her grip.  "What?  You said you just wanted to ask me questions."

"Y-yes, that's right.  And I'll record your answers for the whole world to see.  Th-that's was an interview is."

The giant female's expression was unreadable for a moment, and then broke into a sweet smile.  "Your whole world?  So I might be somewhat famous, then?"  Her speech had a deliberate, vaguely high-class air to it.

"Yes well . . . you're already rather infamous, but very few people have a good idea what you even look like, let alone where you're from or what you're doing here.  Other than the obvious – with all the knocking over buildings and eating people."  Trina's eyes shifted to the car seemingly forgotten in her other hand, a very alarmed-looking young woman visible in the driver seat.  She grew even more alarmed when the giantess remembered her, lifting the vehicle to face level.

"That's right.  I almost forgot you."  The enormous nearly-naked female stared at the car for a moment, and the hood just . . . peeled back of its own accord, leaving the occupant defenseless and only a few feet from that giant mouth.  Which then moved forward and engulfed the unlucky woman in a fluid motion, stifling her sudden scream.  Enormous lips closed around her waist, long stocking-clad legs kicking frantically, muffled cries for help just audible from the outside.  A slow, almost sensual slurping followed, the giantess's eyes half-lidded with pleasure as those unlucky legs vanished bit by bit between her lips.  Once the woman was fully ensconced within that perfect mouth, there was a long, pregnant pause.  Soon broken by a powerful swallow, a very visible bulge rippling down her throat, marking the woman's passage toward inevitable digestion.

"Ahh.  Delightful."  the giantess smacked her lips cheerfully, her intimidating gaze returning to Trina, as she stooped to set the mangled car down with almost dainty carefulness  "So . . . what sort of questions did you have in mind?"

Trina gulped, for a half-second unsure of how to proceed.  But her training soon kicked in.  Judging by the lack of noise, the helicopter was already long gone, but she didn't need it anyway.  She reached into her bag, pulling out a fist-sized black metallic sphere, flicking the 'on' switch after a moment of fumbling.  It hummed to life, the device levitating to about her shoulder height, and then focusing wherever she looked.

"Oh, what is that?  It's actually rather . . . cute."  The giant female peered down curiously, squinting at the camera.

"This is a camera, it'll record everything we say and do throughout the interview.  We'll start with introductions:  My name is Trina Vallid, what do you call yourself?"

"I am Vaetynne D'Anoritate of house Lesau. So, is everyone watching us right now?"

"There's a bit of delay, but everything's being sent directly to the station even as we speak."

"Ohh, how exciting!  Hello humans!!"  Vaetynne beamed, waving at the camera.  Trina found the contrast between her polite, cheerful demeanor and the muffled cries for help from the human languishing in her stomach very odd indeed.  But Trina was a professional, and would not let her personal feelings affect an interview.

Trina straightened her blouse and fixed her hair for a moment, doing her best not to think about the fact she was standing in the palm of a hand belonging to a predatory, otherworldly creature the size of a building.  "Alright then Vaetynne, first and foremost, people are probably wondering what you are exactly, and where you're from?"

"Well, I am a succubus, from a plane known as Chenobryos, though succubi of various types dwell in other places as well."

"Hm, the thought of a whole race like you is more than a little unnerving, if you don't mind my saying."

"Tiny, delicious creatures like you would have every reason to be unnerved.  I'm impressed you're so calm talking to me here."  Vaetynne seemed quite comfortable being on camera, continuing her 'stroll' through the city with Trina held gently in one hand.

"Keeping your feelings to yourself is part of the job.  But I'm sure everyone would rather learn about you.  So, what is it that brings you to our world, Vaetynne?  You haven't done much besides knock things over and eat people, so far as I know."

Vaetynne frowned ever-so-slightly.  "I really don't mean to break things . . . everything here is so delicate compared to home, and when I try to put it back the way it was, it just makes things worse."  As though punctuating the statement, the succubus's head snapped to the side, eyes fixed on the reflective windows of an office building they were passing.  Without a word, she spread her wings, and a shriek of tortured metal filled the cool night air, an opening roughly twice the height and width of a door peeling back on the side of the building.  Vaetynne's free hand darted into the dark opening, a high-pitched shriek sounding a moment later.

The succubus withdrew her hand, a pair of squirming forms clutched therein.  "See, that's what I mean,"  she said coolly, gesturing at the mangled hole with her chin.  "Even if I put the metal back the way it was, all that other bits stay ruined."  She turned her attention to her latest catch.  "But it wouldn't happen so much if you didn't always try to hide from me like that,"  she finished chidingly.

"You can't really blame people for not wanting to get eaten,"  Trina said, as she got a better look at the unlucky individuals squirming in Vaetynne's other hand.  Both were women in their early to middle twenties, currently squashed together face-to-face in the succubus's grip.  Trina decided their future prospects were rather dim, and thus thinking too much about them would only throw her off.

"I suppose not,"  the succubus said softly, eyes fixed on the pair wriggling in her hand.  "But attempts to circumvent my stomach have a decidedly low success rate, I should confess."  This bit of information did not go over well with the newcomers, who yelped and struggled as Vaetynne slowly brought them up to her lips.

"Nooo!  I'm not food!  Let me down you freaky slut, don't-eeeeyaaa!!"  The slightly less lucky of the two females was cut off as Vaetynne shifted her fingers and flicked with her thumb, sending the panicking woman into the air above her head.  The giantess tilted her head back and opened her mouth, her aim flawless as the flailing human came down in a smooth arc to land with a splat on her giant tongue.  Her soft lips closed, and a very audible swallow came a second later, the unlucky mouthful sliding down her throat with a brief ripple.

"Just because you don't like being eaten, doesn't mean you aren't food," the beautiful, merciless being said with a sly little smile, her eyes coming to rest on the second unnamed woman in her grip.  "Ohh, you're a pretty one!  Let's see if we can get you unwrapped then, hmm?"

"U-unwrapped?  W-wait, don't! I'm not-eeehk!"  The woman fell down onto her backside into the center of Vaetynne's palm as the giantess opened her hand, dark, disheveled hair tumbling over her face.  She stared up with eyes the size of saucers, as the succubus winked at her . . . and then the brass buttons on her blouse popped off violently, one after another, quickly revealing smooth, pale flesh, a frilly black bra, and a good deal of cleavage as well.  She made a series of very distressed, high-pitched sounds and looked like she was having a fight with her clothes . . . and losing.  Her bra popped loose at the back with a metallic twang, and those rebellious buttons looked to have almost completely shredded her blouse, and were moving on to her knee-length skirt.

"Wh-what are you doing to her?"  Trina couldn't help asking, the remains of the woman's clothes now little more than tattered scraps of fabric clinging to her otherwise-naked body.

"Unwrapping her with the little bits of metal in her clothes.  It's a good way to practice precision, and the flavor is always better without all that fabric in the way,"  Vaetynne said without taking her eyes off the squirming female in her hand.  Apparently the unwrapping phase was about over, as the succubus lifted her human treat to mouth-level, slowly guiding the very alarmed woman into her salivating maw.

"Nononononooh!"  The unnamed woman struggled, but there was nowhere to go, and soon Vaetynne had caught her legs with a surprisingly dexterous tongue, drawing her in up to her waist with a single jerk of the moist organ.  The human writhed and tried to push the huge, enveloping lips away, while the giantess made a purring noise in the back of her throat, and sucked.  The 'struggle' was horribly one-sided, and only lasted more than a second because Vaetynne was deliberately drawing things out, the writhing, half-naked female slipping an inch at a time between her soft yet inescapable lips.  An audible slurp saw the unfortunate individual vanish completely with a final, desperate yelp, the succubus pausing only a handful of seconds before she swallowed again.

"Mmmh, just wonderful,"  Vaetynne murmured to herself, the tip of her pink tongue running over her lips appreciatively.

"Y-yes . . . well.  As I was asking, why exactly do you keep coming here?"

Vaetynne let out a sweet, girlish little laugh.  "Oh for the food, of course!  One simply must take the time to treat oneself on occasion, and this is my current favorite place to enjoy a little fine cuisine.  My mother is an incurable traditionalist you see, insisting it's proper to always corrupt a mortal before eating them, but that's just so hard! And contrary to popular belief, getting someone to lust after you is virtually worthless corruption-wise, unless they've taken some sort of bizarre abstinence vow or something."

"I . . . see."

"Mother is apparently very good at it,"  the succubus went on conspiratorially,  "but if I held myself to that standard, I'd never have a decent meal.  There's nothing disloyal about enjoying a nice meal it didn't take eons to set up, every now and again."

Trina was rather lost by the virtually context-free tangent, but suspected that Vaetynne was aware of – and enjoying – this fact.  "So . . . you're just here to eat people?"

"Naturally.  Surely you didn't think there was some deep, dark purpose behind my little visits?"

"Some are rather concerned,"  Trina said evenly, not sure if she fully believed the giant woman's claim.  "Especially given your apparent invulnerability to attempts to chase you off."

"Relax.  I've no designs on this world beyond the occasional little feast, though you won't have much luck trying to force me away, either.  Silver Succubi cannot be harmed except by certain very rare types of metal, and I doubt there's enough of it on your whole world to really bother me."  Vaetynne waved a hand dismissively, and Trina had to suppress her reaction to such an important piece of information.  Hopefully someone would be able to put it to use later.

The succubus continued strolling quite casually through the night-clad city, focus flitting here and there as she (presumably) searched out more people to eat.  Trina remained safely held in one of her hands throughout, the distant cries of distress emanating from Vaetynne's stomach leaving her to wonder how many more would suffer the same fate before the night was done . . .

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Krytia was set to have a fine evening indeed.  Freshly showered, and currently wrapped in a tiny, figure-hugging black dress, she looked herself over critically in a full-length mirror.  A tall, lithe woman with vibrant auburn hair, she was exceptionally lovely, her face especially possessing a soft, innocent air, even her pale blue eyes projecting nothing but sweet, pretty harmlessness.

Without missing a beat, she retrieved her compact yet powerful handgun, strapping it carefully to the inside of her thigh.  She looked herself over again, to make sure no hint of the weapon was visible to an outside observer.  If all went well she'd be able to make it look like an accident – a slip off a 10th story balcony, or perhaps some shenanigans with electricity in the bathtub – but it was always good policy to have a solid backup plan.  And a few bullets through the brain – while messy – would certainly get the job done in a pinch.

Satisfied, Krytia moved to get her purse, when a startling rumble passed through the room.  She turned instinctively to the large plate-glass windows of her hotel suite, and was paralyzed with shock to see someone staring in at her.  Into her room on the 8th floor.  Deep, dark blue eyes larger than they had any right to be looked at her, set in an angelically beautiful face, currently smiling quite radiantly.

"Got you,"  the impossible being said smoothly, and the outer wall of the room peeled back like tinfoil, glass shattering and Krytia dropping to her knees, screaming.  A huge hand reached in, and the stunned assassin was unable to offer any resistance as the warm, slightly pliant fingers encircled her, drawing her out into the dark night.

"Aaaah!  Nnh, aaahh!!"  Krytia screamed some more, her survival instinct coming on in force as the enormous giantess came full into view, wriggling against the inescapable grip.  It was then that she recalled the periodic 'incidents' of a giant female visitor to their world . . . and what that visitor did during her brief sojourns.

"Ohhh, I can tell from here you're a very naughty little thing,"  the giantess purred, looking Krytia's squirming form over eagerly.  "Even Mother would agree you're ready to eat as-is!"

"N-noo! Let go!"  Krytia struggled and twisted, trying in vain to get an arm down to draw her gun, but the giant fingers had her pinned.

"Okay, I'm starting to see a clear pattern here,"  A new voice broke in, both predator and prey turning in unison to the person gripped in the giant woman's other hand.  She looked entirely too calm given the situation.  "Surely it's no coincidence I've only seen you eat women so far?"  

"You think I'm naughty because I only eat the girl ones?"  The giantess winked and stuck out her tongue.

"Ummm . . ."

"Hmmh, in truth, all humans are quite perfectly delectable, but in most of the places I've visited, it's predominantly the female ones who season themselves."

"What?!"  

"Oh don't be coy.  Take this one for example,"  the giantess returned her attention to Krytia, elevating her terrifyingly close to her immense, beautiful face.  She inhaled deeply, the sudden current of air enough to whip Krytia's cloths and hair to and fro.  She then let out a pleased sigh before continuing.  "What's that scent you're wearing, little one?"

"Tr-tropical Passionfruit!"  Krytia found herself squeaking, a far cry from her ususal smooth, controlled demeanor.  But addressing a being with a tongue several times her total body mass turned out to be sure recipe for social anxiety.

"Mmmm, delightful.  Wearing something that smells so delicious is just begging to be eaten, I'm sure you agree.  I have encountered the occasional truly tasty cologne, but by and large the females wear the best scents."  With that her giant tongue came out, hot and sticky with saliva, the imposing organ squelching against Krytia's whole body, leaving her pinned between it and the giant hand.  She squirmed and made a series of squeaky gasps, trying fruitlessly to push the tongue away as it licked across her front side slowly, soaking her to the skin.  Her dress was ruined, perfectly styled hair askew when the giantess withdrew, the two staring silently at each other for a pregnant moment, before she continued.

"It's no substitute for a nice corrupt soul of course . . . but still very much appreciated."  Those giant eyes seemed to shine with mischief.  "And in this case, I'm rather getting the best of both worlds."  With that, her cavernous mouth opened, her teeth and tongue and throat so perfect yet so impossibly scaled, gleaming in the dim light with anticipatory saliva.

"Noo!"  Finally able to reach her weapon, Krytia pulled it from her holster and unloaded the entire clip into that giant face without pausing, the deafening clarion of gunfire echoing into the still night.  The bullets seemed to shatter on impact into little poofs of dust, as though striking a far harder substance than that smooth feminine face appeared to be.  The useless weapon slipped from her shaking hands, falling away into the darkness below.

"Hmm, feisty.  I like that in a treat,"  the giantess purred, unperturbed and unhurt by the attack.  "Now where were we?"

"Wait, noo! Waaahh-mph!!"  Krytia's scream was cut off midway as a deft movement of the giant tongue and shift of fingers ended with her engulfed in sweltering darkness, laying face-down on that horrible tongue, only her feet left outside.  More thick saliva rolled over her writhing form, leaving her to sputter and cling to the frictionless tissue under, even as her feet were slurped in with an effortless motion.

"Ummph!  N-ngh!  Noo!"  The tongue seemed to curl, urging her inexorably down and forward towards the throat.  Frantic, disoriented and unable to get any traction, Krytia tried to push herself back, but her hands only slipped on the squishy tongue.  The tip of that tongue pushed insistently on her backside, and the warm tissue all around grew tighter by the moment.  Then the esophagus gripped her all at once, a muffled scream of denial escaping as the gooey tissue wrapped tight around her body, dragging her efficiently downward.

The dizzying, sweltering, upsidedown trip seemed to last an eternity, helpless squirming and muted cries of protest the only resistance she could muster.  Finally the journey reached its ultimate destination, depositing Krytia into a much larger chamber.  She fell what seemed at least a few feet in the humid dark, landing in a tumble atop several other human forms.

The stomach was a clamor with thin, frantic, desperate cries, and deep, resonating sounds from all around adding a very threatening backdrop to the babble.  The other doomed residents tried to squirm away and make room for the new addition, but everything was slippery and constantly shifting, what little space they had feeling all the more claustrophobic.

Trapped and squished in the organic chamber of doom, squirming in hopeless resistance along with the others around her, Krytia found herself fervently hoping her lifestyle of cold-blooded murder for profit wouldn't have any unpleasant consequences in the hereafter.

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Trina winced involuntarily, watching the latest bulge slide down Vaetynne's delicate throat.  The succubus purred, licking her lips slightly with the tip of her tongue.  "Ahhh, even here on this plane, the smooth refreshing flavor of a dispassionate, murderous sociopath comes through quite well.  Such a shame someone will have almost certainly snatched her up by the time I get home."

"I'm . . . not sure what you mean?"  

"And you most likely never will, unless you take a rather sharp turn for the naughty in the near future," the succubus said enigmatically.  Lacking any real reply to that, Trina paused to collect herself enough to continue the interview.  This was most likely going to be the event that defined her career for as long as she worked.  Best not to screw it up.

Before she could focus enough to come up with more pertinent questions, a large, well-lit one-story building came into view, and it was one Trina recognized.  She was technically supposed to be there at the moment, doing some stupid fluff story interviewing a group of models or something.  Indeed, through the large plate-glass windows she could make out several young women in swimwear posing in front of what appeared to be a large indoor mock-up of a beach setting.  Apparently it was cheaper than flying everyone out to the coast for the real thing.

"Ohhh, I think we've just found this evening's main course!"  Vaetynne said happily, her eyes focusing upon the same building Trina had been pondering.  The giantess did not dawdle, striding over to the hapless structure and settling down next to it, eyes gleaming with anticipation.  "I'll need both hands for this,"  the succubus said, and Trina was half-afraid she might end up being 'stored' with the others in her stomach, but such fears proved unfounded.  Instead the uneasy human was placed upon Vaetynne's left shoulder, where she grabbed a strand of silky hair to stay steady.

The view from giantess head-height was noticeably more impressive, and Trina noted that those inside seemed to have noticed the new arrival.   It was too late of course, as Vaetynne reached out and just peeled the roof back, eliciting a chorus of panicked shrieks from within.  There looked to be at least ten or so models in various states of swimwear, not to mention various members of the crew, none of whom seemed very happy about the giant intrusion.

"Mmmn, look at this, they've got almost no coverings too . . ."  Vaetynne cooed, reaching down with both hands.  More screams followed, along with a horrible grinding, crunching noise, as the succubus ripped the platform on which the fake beach was built loose.  It didn't take her much effort, and within a moment she was lifting it right out.  The platform was covered in some sort of whitened rubber shaped to look like sand, and there was even a plastic palm tree in residence . . . along with five very alarmed women in bikinis.

The succubus stared down at the rather unlucky individuals huddling together on the fake beach, and licked her lips again.  The structure in her hands was of a scale and shape disturbingly similar to a dinner plate for her, and the comparison seemed likely to prove apt.

"Wh-what's going on here?!  Why d-did you ruin our set like that?"  One of the more bold models demanded shakily.  She was a tall, dusky-skinned buxom woman in a white swimsuit, currently hugging the plastic palm-tree for stability.

"I'll show you," Vaetynne purred sweetly, elevating the platform up just above her face.  She then proceeded to open her mouth, and tilt the 'plate' rather sharply.  A clamor of screams rang into the night as her intentions were made obvious, and several of the women slid or stumbled toward the yawning succubus-maw below.  The first two went over the edge almost immediately, thin shrieks growing muted as they plummeted into the salivating cavern.  Vaetynne paused a moment, mouth closing just long enough for a loud swallow.  A very prominent bulge rolled down her throat, making Trina wince in sympathy.

By the time Vaetynne returned her focus to the remaining three, they had gotten better purchase, two holding onto the plastic tree, the last laying down onto her stomach.  The succubus didn't seem concerned, tilting the platform and opening again eagerly.  More screams issued, and part of the plastic tree broke almost at once, leaving a slender, petite red-haired woman to roll backwards with a wail into Vaetynne's mouth.  A wet slap signaled her contact with that tongue, which curled around to draw her squirming form in with a slow, sensual slurp.  Another efficient swallow sealed another fate, and within a moment her mouth was open again, ready for more.

The last two held on with far more tenacity, which seemed to only amuse the succubus, who giggled a little and jostled her 'plate' to shake them loose.  The woman on her belly – she was very slim and pale, with short dark purple hair – shrieked as she slid gradually backwards, all her clinging only slowing her decent.  Foot-by-food she slipped towards the open mouth, and soon enough she was dangling off the edge, clinging only by her fingers.  The succubus waited a few more seconds, and then just lowered the whole plane, wrapping her mouth around the hapless woman with a pleased noise.

"Nononononoooh!"  Vaetynne's current prey wailed, still clinging to the handhold, despite the huge lips wrapped around her waist rendering it quite futile.  She squirmed and seemed to hyperventilate, as the succubus's huge, squishy pink tongue came out, sliding up across her front side, muffling her cries of distress as it passed over her face.  The sticky organ curled up over her, the tip pushing down on the top of her head, her death-grip finally breaking as she was drawn inch-by-inch towards her doom.  With a moist slurp she vanished altogether, Vaetynne humming in pleasure, before a loud swallow polished her off.

"Ohh yes.  I'm finally starting to feel a bit satisfied,"  Vaetynne murmured pleasantly, and indeed Trina could see her stomach was now noticeably distended, faint cries of dismay emanating constantly from inside.  She tried not to think about how cramped it had to be in there by now . . . not to mention the inevitable digestion that would soon follow.  

The last of the models clung to the plastic tree with a two-armed death-grip, and no matter how the succubus tilted or shook, she would not come loose.  "Oh fine.  Have it your way," Vaetynne said with a little pout, balancing the platform on one hand, and using the other to seize the unfortunate woman between two fingers.  With a slow, delicate motion she pulled her free, and now having cleaned her 'plate', set it aside carefully . . . in the middle of the now-deserted road.

"Nooo!  That's cheating!  Let me go!!"

"Hmmhmm, what's that?  Who said there were any rules?"  the giantess asked, amused.  She seemed disinclined for further conversation however, dangling the unfortunate individual upside down over her mouth.  Ignoring all further protests, she lowered the shapely, dark-skinned human into her eager maw, the hapless woman's long hair flying to and fro as she writhed.  She slipped between giant, pleased lips, which soon closed around her, leaving only her bare, toned legs kicking frantically outside.  Like living pasta noodles, Vaetynne slurped them in delicately, humming to herself once the morsel was fully ensconced in her mouth.  

Trina was far less squeamish than most people, in no small part due to her profession, but even she was reaching her limit.  Watching those poor girls be devoured so casually was just to much to bear.

"Okay!!  I-I think it's about time we brought the interview to a close!"  Vaetynne paused, turning to look at Trina, and pursed her lips.

"Hmmm?"  The succubus said, raising an eyebrow.  Before Trina could answer, something wiggled out from between her lips.  First an arm, followed shortly by a head and shoulders.

"Gyahh!!  H-help!"  The unlucky woman wailed, covered in succubus saliva.  By the looks of it she had lost her top at some point in that giant mouth at well.  Vaetynne crossed her eyes slightly, and made a little amused sound, slurping the doomed model back in with a slow, sensual movement of her tongue.  She swallowed promptly and with obvious satisfaction, the visual of a human bulge sliding down her throat having become an unsettlingly familiar one throughout the 'interview'.

"What was that now?"  Vaetynne picked Trina off her shoulder between two fingers, and focused her full attention on the comparatively tiny human.  She licked her lips slightly with the tip of her tongue, much to Trina's discomfort.

"It's been a very informative interview, b-but I think it's around time we wrap things up . . . you're clearly about done, and . . ."

"Ahh yes, I suppose so.  Thank you for a bit of amusing diversion while I dined."  The succubus smiled, but did not move to put Trina down, instead bringing her up to face-level.

"Wh-what are you . . ."

"Mmm, don't tell me you thought I was going to just let a little treat like you go? Certainly not."

"No!!  Wait no!  You said – y-you agreed not too!!"  The sudden severity of the situation brought a wave of dizzying panic, and Trina struggled against the giant fingers holding her.

"I agreed to the interview, which is all done.  Now for dessert."  Vaetynne said with glib cheer, her open mouth suddenly filling Trina's vision.  She gasped and cringed as warm air washed over her, the succubus's breath oddly sweet, smelling much like . . . an eclectic meld of various perfumes.  The realization that her breath smelled like what she'd been eating, and that Trina's own classy vanilla scent would soon be added to the mix did nothing to abate her growing fear.

"Noo!  You've already eaten plenty!  You'll get fat!!"  Trina shrieked, as her kicking legs were guided into that imposing mouth.  Her stockings did nothing to shield her from the heat and moisture when giant succubus lips enveloped her up to her hips.  The constraining flesh was unexpectedly soft, yet quite inescapable, and the digits holding her shifted so that the index and middle fingers were on her shoulders, pushing her firmly in.  She bucked and twisted in desperation, wailing wordlessly as the soft lips encroached over her waist, and then up to her heaving chest.  The frantic reporter closed her eyes against the unholy reality befalling her, but the gesture did little to delay her fate.  She felt a slippery tongue several times her size shift wetly over her buttocks and back, just as a final push sent her fully into the sweltering mouth of the succubus.

Trina squirmed and moaned in helpless despair, utter darkness and thick saliva covering her in equal amounts, the tongue shifting to mercilessly slide over her helpless form in slow, regular motions.  After a small eternity of being tasted and fondled by the tongue, awash in heat and goo and squishy flesh, a reverberating hum of satisfaction seemed to indicate Vaetynne found her an agreeable mouthful.  The sound was followed almost at once by a powerful, inescapable contraction.  She screamed anew, the sound muffled by slick, fleshy walls surrounding her, pushing her ever down, panic and desperation and disbelief filling her head.

The unearthly journey lasted far too long, squished and squeezed on every side, unable to do more than whimper and wriggle.  With a final squeeze the downward trip ended, and Trina felt her legs pass some sort of sphincter, the chamber below so crowded with shifting, slippery flesh she actually stopped, wedged halfway into the stomach.  A ray of half-hysterical hope – that the succubus might not be able to get her down – came and went over a few seconds, another, very forceful swallow squeezing her down fully into the over-stuffed belly.

Squished on all sides by shifting, slime-slick female forms, Trina's ears were filled with plaintive cries of distress from the doomed humans and deep groaning noises from the surrounding stomach.  It was impossible to get oriented, or even really move beyond squirming and shoving and kicking in vain attempts to escape the claustrophobic heat and goo.  The first stages of digestion couldn't be far off, either, and that seemed rather unlikely to improve the situation much.

The only conceivable upshot was that being devoured on live television was quite likely to make the interview extremely famous worldwide.  She would probably even be given some sort of postmortem award or something.  The realization proved to be rather small comfort, however.

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Vaetynne made a soft, pleased noise as the succulent, inquisitive little human settled into her pleasantly full stomach.  She was feeling immensely satisfied and pleased with the evening, the numerous humans still wriggling with feisty vigor in her belly, making her ever more inclined to retreat somewhere secluded to lounge about and digest.  Before she could rise to leave however, her eyes caught a flicker of movement amongst the ruins of the building she had eaten from.

"Oh!  I was sure you'd all have run away by now,"  the succubus said, reaching down to where a couple of the mostly-naked humans were hiding under a little table.  They shrieked in near-perfect unison when she flicked the obstruction away, gathering them both into her hand with practiced ease.

"Mmh, I'm sure you must be lonely out here, so I'll be nice and reunite you with the others,"  Vaetynne teased playfully, her words eliciting a redoubled bout of energetic wriggling and squeaking from the morsels.  They were about the same height, one a bronze-skinned statuesque woman with very dark hair, who was struggling with quite a bit of energy, even biting at Vaetynne's finger.  The other was very pale and petite, with cute, very curly pinkish hair, which made her look almost like candy.  She was less active, though she wiggled and whimpered nonetheless.

"Nooo!  Don't you dare eat us y-you monster!!  Glutton!"  the darker one said, her words faltering but defiant.

"Oh, don't be coy.  I'm certain you would have scampered away by now if you didn't want to spend some 'quality time' with me.  And lucky for you, I think I can squeeze a couple more in."  She winked impishly at the wiggly little creatures, and brought them to her lips.  She took her time, opening her mouth slowly, not really needing the additional food, yet unable to resist the succulent pair of treats.

The succubus had them pressed firmly together, their squirming and gasping and squeaking causing her to salivate despite herself.  She planted a slow lick across the both of them at once, the medley of sweet and savory flavors causing her to close her eyes and murmur a little in appreciation.  No matter how full she got, it was almost impossible to resist such creatures, and fortunately in this case she had no reason to, pushing the lively pair onto her tongue and drawing them in headfirst.  Two pairs of legs still protruded from between her soft lips, and the succulent creatures writhed vigorously on her tongue, the motions filling her mouth with flavor.

"Mmmmh . . ."  Vaetynne sighed, taking her time in slurping the smooth, wiggly little legs in.  Eating two at once provided a satisfying volume of warm, supple food to fill her mouth a bit more than a single human.  Soon enough only their tiny feet wiggled outside, and the succubus paused a moment to tickle them playfully with the tip of her finger. The humans struggled with a bit of added vitality in reply, and she finally slurped them up with a satisfied motion from her tongue.

Vaetynne's tongue explored the frantic humans with slow, languid motions, leaning back a touch and closing her eyes as she savored the exquisite blend of flavor, texture, and scent.  Only once she had relished that final mouthful to her full satisfaction did she at last relinquish them to her stomach with a very gratifying swallow.  The larger-than-usual lump slid slowly but smoothly down her throat, wriggling and shifting with pleasant struggles the whole way.  She had to swallow again, harder, to get them all the way down, but the ripple of intensified activity and squirming – as those in her crowded stomach were forced to make room for the new additions – was more than adequate reward.

Feeling profoundly satiated and pleasantly drowsy, Vaetynne stifled a yawn with one hand as she stood up.  Her tummy was taught with the collective mass of her human feast, their ceaseless struggles blending into a wonderfully soothing, regular motion.  Too full to even consider hunting out any further stragglers, the succubus focused her senses for a moment, homing in on a spot rather far from her current position.  She had always been talented at dimensional magic, so with a firm mental tug, she felt her body lurch, the lights and buildings vanishing from around her.  In their place a cavern of considerable size materialized, illuminated with soft, warm light by a number of hanging paper lanterns.  The 'cave' was warm and dry, furnished with no more than a few drapes and a comfortable, silky cot.  A little 'home away from home' she had put together, in the interest of enjoying a bit of post-meal privacy when she visited.  Even the most dim and helpless of humans would eventually stumble upon some way to harm her, after all, if she just lounged about in the middle of their city digesting.

Stretching out contentedly on the comfy cot, the succubus closed her eyes and sighed happily, the afterglow of a near-perfect evening promising pleasant dreams to come.  Those languishing in the cramped, sweltering confines of her stomach as the first stages of digestion set to work on them however. . . had rather less enjoyable prospects ahead of them.  Vaetynne was not one to spare a fleeting thought on the feelings of her food, however.

. . .

The succubus slept peacefully, while the crowd of doomed humans in her belly were gradually digested, the scene not at all uncommon in the universe at large.  However, despite the rather outwardly nefarious act of devouring and digesting a stomach-full of live humans, Vaetynne's overall contribution to Hell's agenda that night was in fact quite negative, with only one of the ensuing souls ending up anywhere near Hell.  Her mother would have been livid.
Happy (late) Vore Day!  In this silly, shameless vore story, a giant succubus is interviewed whilst she strolls about a city and dines on the residents.  Lots and lots of F/F giantess vore, and not much else.  Heavily inspired by a certain vore comic by: :iconkarbo:

Yeah yeah, I know: one day late and this is just a repost from elsewhere.  Learned about the holiday way too late to do anything very special for it though, I'm afraid.

Anyway, I actually wrote this some time ago, but was somewhat worried it was a step too far for my audience here at DA.  However, my last two vore-heavy stories have been among the most popular (in terms of views & favorites) things I've ever uploaded, so I thought 'what the hell?'. ;P

In any case, apologies for uploading two vore-heavy stories in a row here, since I really intended to least alternate them, but Vore Day was just to good an excuse, so I suppose I won't feel to bad about it.  :meow:
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huh i figured she was just going for women because she prefer their taste over men's, but he scent thing was a nice touch. Some may say it's rather convenient... but it can't be as convenient as finding all of those swimsuit-clad models!