only prey

“Raven…”

The pain has diminished but it’s still enough to keep you from sleep. After an hour and hearing concerned ringtones coming from the changing room I decided to bring you home, fearing that someone else might come. I would simply have had to kill them. You’re surely too full to eat. But when I last expressed such a concern you gave me that fond smile…

“What did you mean when you said you forget I’m only prey?”

“Mmh?”

So we’re home now. My place was closer but your hallway is wider. Given that fourteen lives were tucked away in your tummy, we wanted to squeeze you as little as possible. You’re sitting on the floor, back against the couch and a ginger tea balanced on your monumental belly.

You take another sip then study me where I’m kneeling between your legs. Sensitive fingers work all around your lower belly. Our current theory is that encouraging your intestines to do their work will let your stomach pump out more of your digested prey.

“Your first instinct was to run.” A sudden jaw-cracking yawn cuts you off mid-thought. Your pretty pink mouth opens wide, captivating my attention. You realise it’s why my hands have momentarily stopped and snap your jaws shut with a smirk. “Prey don’t think about how they can become stronger. Only how they can avoid danger.”

I restart my massage from right above your crotch, shifting handfuls of delicate fat in an effort to reach your groaning colon. “I understand, I think. … But you forget, sometimes? That I’m not like you?”

You unthinkingly let your mouth open again in a low moan as my massage relieves three pockets of discomfort at once. A low carpet of foul gas bubbles out from your overworked backside, further increasing the feeling of bliss. Thankfully you have plenty of blood with which to blush.

“Mhmm. The way you look at people has changed. It looks like you’re trying to work out how to separate them from the herd. Especially the girls.” You open your eyes to give me a wink. Now it’s my turn to blush. I turn fucking beetroot.

“N— no, I’m thinking— it’s not like I want to—”

You laugh, a little gingerly to avoid jostling your belly too much. “Relax, Andrew. It’s natural. You’ve spent a lot of time hunting with me. For me. It’s bound to change the way you look at people.” Your eyes settle on mine and though your smile remains I am frozen solid by the ice in them. “Just so long as you remember your place.”

I remain still as stone for a second before I thaw even in the grip of your gaze. My shoulders soften and relax. I smile and start massaging your tummy again. “Never. I could never.” I laugh, innocent and full of delight. It’s an unexpected response, so your intensity morphs to confusion. “It’s all for you, Raven.”

“Hmph. Good.” Mollified, you stretch your back to get comfortable against the couch. I move upwards, teasing much-reduced blood-slop through your greedy guts.

“… I’ve never seen you like that. Even in the club in Spain, when you drank from many, many people. You didn’t take them like you did tonight.”

“Mm. Did it scare you?”

I laugh again. “Yes! You just walked from one to the next and, crrrk, down they went! You were insatiable! I can’t believe you managed them all! You were so fucking greedy—so awesomely gluttonous…”

My excitement falters when I see you looking away. A grumble seems to start beneath your belly button and work its way up to your diaphragm, but comes to nothing.

“Are you okay, Raven? I didn’t mean to—”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just frustrated.” You look back to me, lips downturned and a rare crease between your eyebrows. “I could barely manage fourteen. It hurt so bad you had to push me. But I want more. I want to devour hundreds of you. Singly, all at once, whatever. I’m meant to. I know it.”

With a little more force I chase an air pocket around your middle. There’s a soft smile on my face when I look back up to you. “I believe you. Anyone could see it. You’d eat and eat.”

You stamp your palm on the carpet impatiently. “I just wish I could be what I’m meant to be, already.”

“Raven, you’ve already come so far. Have faith. You’ll do it. You know how to work.” I lean forward to place a kiss on your cheek. Your expression doesn’t change but maybe the affection makes your burden a little lighter. “I believe in you. Someday, we’ll all be yours. The whole world.”

You still seem preoccupied with the frustration of having a body with a Max Occupancy stat. Your mouth opens automatically to release the gas I chased out as a belch. Blood and a hint of your own stomach acids tints the air, causing you to smack your lips. Inside you, Emily and Becky are both now paste in your guts.

“You’re sweet,” you say, coming back to the real world with a sigh. Exhausted, you allow your head to fall back and rest on the couch cushions. “I’ll eat you next.” You smirk without opening your eyes when my hands spasm on your gut. “Joking. Maybe.”

“I’m yours when you want me. You’ll have to take me sometime.” You feel a gentle hand brush stray hair behind your ear. “I never want my time with you to end.”