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theostrophywife · 1 year

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forbidden fruit.

masterlist (eris x reader) author's note: some angsty, steamy action for our sexy autumn high lord. request: Eris x reader fict where bond snaps into place but the reader is seeing one of his brother? I can imagine Eris being competitive and jealous of his brother. Once he woos the reader I can see him saying “Does my brother make you feel this good? Does he know your body like I do? Can he make it sing like me?” warning: smut.

It was wrong.

So wrong.

But as Eris drags you into one of the empty bedchambers of the Forest House, you couldn't bring yourself to care that you were betrothed to his younger brother. Especially not when his lips leave a trail of heat over your exposed skin.

The thought of your future groom was so far from your mind that he could’ve taken a dip in the Cauldron right in front of you and you wouldn’t have bat an eyelash.

The engagement between you and the second eldest Vanserra was one that would solidify an alliance between both the oldest and noblest houses of the Autumn Court, an arrangement that took months of careful consideration and political maneuvering between the High Lord and the Duke of Arbor, the patriarch of the richest family in these lands—your family, second only to the Vanserras.

If only the High Lord and the Duke could see you now. Desperate, needy, and hungry for Eris as his eager lips devours the hollow of your throat.

Downstairs, the revelry of the Court echoes through the pale stone walls of the Forest House as both of your families commemorate the negotiation of your dowry. As if you were a brood mare to be given away to the highest bidder.

You huff in indignation, tugging harshly at the fiery locks of the future High Lord. He smirks against your skin, nuzzling his freckled nose against the pulsating vein in your neck. He grazes his teeth over it, licking and teasing as his laughter skitters through you.

"Tell me what's awakened that famous temper of yours, little fox."

The tiny sliver of logic and sense made you take a step away from Eris, fidgeting with the front of your unlaced corset and wondering how you found yourself in this mess.

One second you were dancing with your betrothed, doing your best to plaster on a smile for the sake of the watchful eyes of the Court, and the next moment you found yourself locking eyes with Eris, his sharp gaze burning holes at his brother's back while his jaw twitched in vexation. He hadn't said a single word to you all night until you excused yourself for fresh air. That's when the eldest Vanserra cornered you in the dark corridor, kissing you with fervent passion and anguish as though it pained him to deprive himself of your taste.

You didn't even think twice before kissing him back and it was natural instinct that drove you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you upstairs, but now, as the veil of lust lifted, the gravity of the situation dawned on you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" you hiss, placing some well needed distance between you. Eris follows as you pace through the room, backing you against the wall. "Have you lost your mind? I am betrothed to your brother. We are to be wed in a fortnight."

His gaze darkens as his fingers crawl along your thighs, disappearing beneath the fabric of your dress as his lips find yours again. You can't help the soft, breathy whine that escapes your mouth as Eris kisses you, slow and sensual, as though he was committing your taste to memory. When his tongue prods for entrance, your legs snake around his trim waist, pulling him closer until your back is pressed up against the wall as he effortlessly holds you up.

"Does my brother make you feel this good?" His voice is low and rich with arousal, a seductive song in your ears. Eris unlaces your corset and the cold surface of his rings meets the warm skin of your breasts, making you shudder all over. Your sensitive peaks harden as he swirls his thumb against your nipples. "Does he know your body like I do? Can he make it sing like I can?”

Your eyes flutter close, losing yourself in the warmth and sensation of the male beneath you. It was enough to make you forget all about your groom, about the party downstairs, about the impossible expectations of your parents. You pant as Eris kisses you once more, setting you down on a wooden dresser. It's only when a glass decanter shatters on the concrete floor when you finally snap back to your senses.

"I am not some prize to be fought over by two brothers," you state fiercely. "So tell me Eris, what happens when the thrill of the chase wears off? When you finally have me, are you content to return me to my groom to serve as another reminder that you will always get what you want? The crown. The kingdom. The bride."

A simmering fire burns within the molten gaze of the Autumn lordling. Ever the sly fox, you've never seen Eris lose his composure before, but you knew the temper that lie beneath his aloof smiles and perfect etiquette. There was a fury in Eris that you recognized. You saw it every time you looked in the mirror.

Eris cages you in with his arms, bracing his shaking hands on either side of your head as his hot breath fans over your skin.

"Is that what you think this is about?" Eris asks with a snarl, barely containing the rage within. "Some petty game between brothers? Do you think I would endanger everything I've worked so hard for just for a simple fuck?"

You cross your arms and meet his fierceness with your own. Growing up in the court of foxes, you'd learned to be wary of everyone's intentions. The residents of the Forest House were always after something. Money. Power. Sex. Eris had all three in the palm of his hands. It didn't make much sense for him to chase after you.

Not when you'd spent your entire life loving him.

"Then what is it, Eris?" You question with a boldness that Eris had never once seen in any other member of this court. Most shied away from his gaze, some even went out of their way to avoid his presence, ducking through dark hallways while muttering excuses as he strolled through the corridors with the authority afforded to him as heir, well aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness that tainted the blood of the fox. But not you. Never you. You saw him. You had always seen him and he'd been an idiot to deny his feelings for you, even if it was for your own safety.

"We've known each other since we were babes. Why seduce me now if not for the purpose of taking yet another possession from your brother's clutches?"

The redhaired male snarls. "You are not my brother's to claim."

"I am his betrothed," you argue.

"I don't give a fuck what our families negotiated. You are mine just as I am yours."

You laugh mirthlessly. "All my life, males have tried to control me. To claim me. I know what it's like to want something you can't have, but trust me, the novelty of possessing what's forbidden will wear off as soon as you have your fill of me. Perhaps we should quit while we're ahead and return to the festivities with the rest of our families. With my groom."

"Do you want to marry him?"

The question stops you dead in your tracks. Throughout this whole engagement—no one, not a single living creature—has ever asked what you wanted. Everything was about duty. Family. Honor. There has never been room for desire, happiness, or love. In the ruthless lands of the place you called home, those things were little more than a fairytale. A luxury that a female of your station couldn’t afford.

"He is my betrothed,'' you repeat.

"Do you love him?" Eris asks softly.

"That is of no consequence. I will perform my duties as his bride and wife, just as your brother will stand by my side as my groom and husband."

Something unreadable flashes across his face. "Answer the question," he grits through perfectly straight teeth. "Do you love him?"

For the first time in centuries, you avert his gaze. Gently, Eris lifts your chin up towards him. When his eyes meet yours, you feel an unexplainable tug between you. Like an invisible thread of fire connecting your very souls.

Silver lines your eyes as you look up at Eris. "No, I don't."

Eris smiles softly. "I know, sweetheart. I can feel it."

The thread of fire snakes through the small space separating you, warming your chest as it coils around your heart. Through some unknown force, a mixture of emotions surges down that bond and you feel every bit of longing, yearning, and seeking that Eris felt. It was like you were seeing into his soul. Realization dawns on you like the break of day.

“What is this?”

Amber eyes bore into yours and the mask falls. Gone was the ruthless heir and in his place stood Eris. The real Eris.

“I think you know,” he states.

The silence stretches as he opens himself up to you. A bevy of emotions courses through that connection and that four letter word echoes in your mind.

"You're my mate."

Your voice is little more than a whisper, but you've never been more sure of anything in your immortal life. This male before you, he was the answer to the song singing in your veins. Eris is your mate.

"How long have you known?"

"I have always suspected. Since I was old enough to understand love, I think I realized that it was you. It's always been you. At first I thought I was going out of my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Dreaming of you. Finding any little reason to be around you. But even when my mother explained what love was supposed to feel like, it paled in comparison to what I felt for you."

Warmth spreads to your chest. "And you've been keeping it to yourself this whole time?"

Eris reaches for your hand, his expression nervous and uncertain. So unlike the well-crafted mask of the cruel, ruthless heir he was forced to don. "I wanted to keep you safe. If my father ever found out, it would place you in immediate danger. You are my true weakness. The one vulnerability that I did not wish to expose to those around us for fear of what they may do when they learn how precious you are to me."

"And now?"

Determination blazes in his eyes as he clutches your face between his hands. "And now, I would burn this entire Court to the ground should they attempt to take you away from me." He cups your cheek, shuddering a breath. "This engagement has forced me to reveal my hand. The plan was to amass enough power and influence to overthrow my father and I was wholly prepared to play the long game, but then he suggested your marriage to my brother. And I cannot stand by and let you go through with this farce without telling you the truth."

"What is the truth?" you ask softly. "That by some chance of fate, the Cauldron made us mates? Would you truly risk everything—your crown, your kingdom, your power because some higher force binds us together?"

Eris knew what you were truly asking. Had known you long enough to understand the meaning behind your words. Though you appeared cunning and callous to the rest of the realm, Eris saw the real you.

"The higher power that binds us is not the Cauldron," he states with absolute certainty. "It's love."

"I love you not because of some mystic force of magic, but because even in this court of corruption and greed, you refuse to let it choke your ability to become more. You dream of a better world, just as I do. You are kind, sweet, irreverent, and hot tempered to a fault, but fiercely loyal and a champion for those who cannot fight for themselves." He smiles at the surprise that lights your features. "Did you really think that I'd believe for one second that the Duke of Arbor suddenly had a change of heart and abolished indentured servitude of the farmers of Redwine out of his own accord? No, that was all you. As clever and capable as I've always known you to be."

"The point is, I see you. Just as you see me. You've never once believed the cold blooded act that I have had to play for the benefit of this Court."

You smile. "That's because I know who you truly are. You're still the kindhearted male that defended me from the horrid bullies of my childhood, the same Eris that leaves food on the doors of the less fortunate, the one that works behind the scenes to uphold the good of this Court. You are a good, decent male, Eris. Despite everything you've endured. And that is why I love you."

Eris releases a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Hearing you say it, uttering those three little words, lifted the weight of the realm off his shoulders.

You cradle his cheek in your hands as his eyes flutter close, tears streaming down his face. "I am honored to be your mate."

Eris is wholly still as you kiss his tears away, pecking at his cheek, his nose, the corner of his mouth. His fingers twine in your hair as he pulls you close, grazing his lips against yours ever so gently.

"You're not marrying my brother."

“No,” you answer definitively.

“I am your mate and you are mine.” Eris places your hand over his chest. “My heart is a bruised and tattered thing, shrouded in a crown of thorns, but it is yours. Yours and no one else’s.”

You smile, radiant and bright. “I am your mate and you are mine,” you repeat. “My heart is yours and no one else’s.”

Your mate lifts you gently, discarding you on the bed with a softness that takes you by surprise. Eris smiles as he takes you in. He couldn’t quite believe that you were truly here with him. His mate. Despite the messy path that led to this moment and the landline that you two would surely have to navigate through in the morning, Eris set those thoughts aside and focused on unraveling the laces of your corset.

The silky fabric of your dress slides off without effort, revealing your tanned skin and soft curves. Eris worships every inch, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as he whispers sweet nothings from your navel to your collarbone. You lift the hem of his billowing shirt, sighing in appreciation at the sight of his perfectly sculpted torso. The faelights glimmer against his russet locks as you reach for the front of his trousers. Eris watches in silence as you release his long, aching length.

A burning desire churns in your core as you line him up at your entrance. Eris is completely entranced by you, content to let you take the lead and set the pace despite the fact that he’s thought about this moment almost obsessively, agonizing over every detail in his mind while never knowing if he’d even get the chance to be intimate with you in this way.

Now that you were here, now that this was actually happening, every fantasy that replayed in his head over the duration of knowing you were his mate didn’t even come close to the real thing.

Eris groans as his cock slides between your slick folds. You gasp as your body adjusts to take all of him in. Eris pushes and pushes until you finally feel it—sweet relief.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He whispers softly.

You blink back the tears and nod at your mate. “Yes.”

“Can I move?”

“Please.”

Eris grunts in response. You sound so pretty when you’re pleading and perhaps he’d draw out that side of you at another time, make you beg for pleasure until he’s making you cum with his mouth and fingers, but not tonight. He’d waited too long already. Tonight, he’ll have all of you.

You moan as Eris slowly thrusts into you, carefully scanning your face for every subtle change in your expression.

“So beautiful,” Eris whispers as he presses his forehead against yours. “I’ve waited all my life for you.”

“I’m here now,” you respond, caressing his cheek. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

You lift your hips, rolling to take more of him in. Eris grunts as he fully sheathes himself inside of you, that bond of yours glowing in his heart. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer as your minds, bodies, and souls merge into one.

Your mate. Your strong, beautiful mate.

Teeth clash against teeth, tongues dance, and nails rake over skin as Eris drives deep inside of you. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. The thread of fire twines between you and Eris, solidifying the bond.

Locking your hips, you flip over and pin your mate beneath you. Eris grips your waist, watching with dark eyes as you drag your way up and up until only his tip is sheathed inside you. He holds his breath as you ride him, savoring the feeling of your walls clenching around him and hugging his cock with a snug grip.

Your breasts slide against his chest as you drag your teeth over his neck and he responds with a buck of his hips, igniting that familiar feeling in your core. Eris groans at the sensation of you clenching around his length, locking him in place as you ride him with reckless abandon. Not once has he ever felt this way before. Utterly out of his mind. Completely euphoric as you moan his name.

The thread of fire intertwines you together. Eris threads his fingers through your hair, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You whimper, beholding all the passion and heat in your mate’s eyes. Eris blinks and warmth ripples through the connection. Love in its purest and most potent form wraps its claws around your heart and squeezes.

“My mate,” Eris breathes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With a sharp thrust, you completely unravel. The pleasure that racks through your body is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Eris coaxes you through it before he’s pushing over the edge, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he fills you with his arousal.

For a moment, time itself yields to this moment as Eris wraps his arms around you. You’re sobbing fat, happy tears as your mate gently caresses your back. Then joy cascades into fear when you realize that you were still betrothed and Eris is still locked in a political landmine with his sire.

“What happens now?” you ask quietly.

Eris tucks a strand of hair behind your pointed ear. “I call my favor in with Rhysand. With the support of my allies, I will finally rid this court of my father. I will sit on the throne. With you beside me. Ruling as one.”

You gape at your mate. “You would truly share your power? Your throne? Your kingdom?”

He smiles as though your surprise is the most amusing thing in the realm. “You are the other half of my heart. The light to my dark soul. My equal, in every way.” Eris cups your cheek. “I will make you my High Lady, if it pleases you.”

You kiss him, soft and gentle, conveying your answer. “Nothing would please me more, my High Lord.”

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voregeoise · 1 year

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A Hunger (prototype)

Happy vore day my fellow freaks(affectionate)! I made this for ya! It started off as just experimenting with tropes I hadn't messed with before.There should be another tale out today that's far less angsty. In the meantime, enjoy this longer tale!

(Posting this draft rn, just ignore that last part)

His name was Vall. He was a Vulcanite.

Compared to his human roommate he was an odd being. Tall, two sets of arms, a pair of antennae and golden eyes. The majority of his body was almost always cloaked by wing-like extremities that were covered in a dense layer of white fur, leaving only his head with its grey keratin shell poking out the top. They were thought to once have been used to scare predators away and look less threatening on the fly. To extend them to reveal multiple limbs and appear larger. Or keep them closed to look more amiable to friends and allies. His kind were also intelligent. It was their knowledge and technological prowess that took them and humans to the local moons of their world so quickly.

But most interesting of all was their ability to halt most bodily processes. They could stop beating their heart for up to five minutes, hold their breath for almost an hour, stop digestion at a moment's notice and halt most brain activity for several minutes. It's assumed these powers evolved to avoid detection from predators thousands of years ago, and simply stuck around even after they stopped being useful.

His human roommate was a nice fellow. He was a private man, he kept to himself, sometimes to his detriment. But he liked him. He was the only person he really connected with, he was nervous around other people. He was a very close friend. A little under six feet tall, tiny compared to him who stood just over fourteen feet tall. He worked at the same job as him, at an aerospace engineering firm. They had met years ago. And now shared they a home together. Their lives were good. Everything was fine, that was until he started having episodes.

He was sleeping when it first happened. He was awoken by an agonizing, gnawing hunger. It felt like had had been starved for weeks. He had eaten only a few hours ago. Why did he feel so hungry? It hurt terribly. He winced and groaned in agony. He tried not to cry, but the pain made in difficult to keep himself together. Thankfully this racket managed to wake his friend.

"Are you okay?"

"No! Fuck, that hurts. I need you to get me something to eat. Grab as much as you can hold and bring it to me!"

"What do you want?"

"I don't care damnit! I said to get me something to eat! Grab any-"

His yelling was cut off by him collapsing to the ground from a sudden intensification of the pain. He clutched his middle, writhing in agony. He heard his roommate run downstairs to the kitchen. A minute later he heard the door open and in walked his friend with as much food as he could carry. He picked himself up and made a beeline strait for him.

He snatched it out of his hands and scarfed it down. In only a minute or two he ate enough food to last him a few days. He didn't even chew. He couldn't wait that long, he needed to pain gone now.

When he finished eating he collected himself. What just happened? Why was he so hungry? What was wrong with him? He turned to his friend, he had a shocked look on his face. There was an awkward silence before either spoke.

"A-Are you okay?"

"No?"

"What happened?"

"I don't know! I just felt like I was starving."

"What do we do?"

"I-I think we should go to the hospital."

A speedy trip to the doctor gave few answers. They figured out that he wasn't actually starving, his brain just thought he was. They had no answer for why this happened, the only idea that they had was that it may have been a mental breakdown. But that didn't make sense, he was mentally well, happy and wasn't stressed. But that was their only idea. They didn't know what possibly could have happened. They could only hope it was one off.

It wasn't.

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Two months later it happened again. He was sprawled out on the couch a few feet from his friend. He was scrolling through social media when suddenly it struck. A stabbing pain, far, far worse then last time. It felt like hell. Thankfully his friend knew what was happening. Just like last time he ran to go grab something for him to eat. And just like last time he scarfed it down in only a minute. But it wasn't enough, he still felt like he was starving. The food barely numbed the pain enough for him to get up and run to the fridge himself. His roommate looked on in horror as he tore through everything in there.

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It was late. And they were out of food. They had had guests over last night. His roommate was supposed to go to the store but everything was closed. He'd go in the morning. But there was a little nervousness between them. It had been two months since the last episode. They were on borrowed time, but they only had to make it through the night. Surely they would be fine, right? What were the odds that an episode started tonight? Well, worryingly likely. They weren't sure he could make it through the night if one struck tonight. They just had to hope. But luck wasn't on their side tonight.

They were so close too. It struck early in the day, the sun wasn't even up yet. An agonized scream woke them up. They both instantly knew what was happening.

"Oh, oh no. Vall, there's nothing for you. It'll be thirty minutes until the stores open and it'll take another thirty minutes until I can bring your food home. Can you last an hour?"

"A-An hour?! I-I can't do that! There's got to be something! Anything!"

"We both know that there's no food. I can get you some painkillers if you think that might help."

Painkillers helped, but they didn't fix it. It was like putting a band-aid on a broken bone. He sat there for a few minutes, groaning in pain. Every second that passed he became more and more desperate. There had to be something! He could eat the houseplants, maybe he could take some food from the neighbors or he could eat hi-

He stopped that thought before it could finish. He could never. Eat him? He'd never do that, no matter how much it hurt. He wasn't a meal, he was a friend! How could he even dare think such a thing! That was too far.

A sudden increase in pain forced him to reconsider, or at least think about it.

Well, maybe he could? He'd be fine, right? He was probably big enough to get him down without hurting him. He wouldn't digest, he could stop his digestion process at will! He didn't need to digest him! His brain was lying to him! He just needed to eat something, anything. To hold him over until the stores opened and he could get some real food. Get something in his stomach. But to eat him?! He couldn't! He wouldn't!

But he was just so, so, hungry. He had to eat. He couldn't wait an hour. He wasn't sure if he could wait another minute. But did that really mean eating his best friend alive? He knew he shouldn't, but the agony in his middle was a good argument that maybe it wasn't the worst idea.

He turned to him, he was pacing the room. Just looking at him he felt hungrier. He looked so, appetizing. No, he tried to force those thoughts out of his mind. What was wrong with him? He felt shame flow through him, before it was drowned out by pain. He had to eat something. But this? Could he really bring himself to eat his friend? He'd known him for years, he was his only real friend! Could he really treat him like a meal? His conflictions were silenced by a gruesome agony. He had to, to make the pain go away.

He stood, it hurt worse then he could imagine. His friend seemed shocked that he could even bring himself to stand.

"Vall? What are you doing?"

He stepped towards him. He felt tears welling in his eyes. He didn't want to this, b-but it wouldn't hurt him right? H-He'd be f-fine in there. He slowly parted his cloak revealing two of his arms. He reached out for him and grabbed his shoulders.

"V-Vall? You're scaring me... What are you doing?"

"I-I'm so sorry about this."

"VALL?! What do you mean?!"

He lifted him until they were eye to eye. Was he really about to do this? I-It wasn't too late to put him down. A stabbing sensation in his stomach prevented him from stopping, he had to make the pain go away. He fully parted his cloak revealing his second set of arms. Fully stretched out his cloak reached end to end of the room. He looked almost angelic, but to his friend he must have looked like a demon to his friend. He reached out and grabbed his legs to stop him from struggling.

He could see the fear on his face, he felt terrible. B-But he wasn't in any danger! It'd only be a little while in there!

"W-What are you going to do?"

"Im just so hungry. P-please forgive me."

His friend who seemed so much smaller then usual stared him up and down, until his eyes went wide with shock as he realized what was about to happen to him.

"WAIT!! Vall no! Put me down, please! I can figure something out! I promise! Just please don't hurt me!"

"I-I'm not going to hurt you! You'll be fine! I-I promise! I'-Im just s-so hungry. Just p-please don't fight it!"

"Vall wai-"

He cut him off by shoving his head in his mouth. He could taste him, to his starved mind he was delicious. He never thought he would think that. He could feel him struggling, but he was no match for his size and strength. He pushed him further into his mouth and swallowed. He could feel his head lodged in his throat. He franticly tried to quickly gulp him down. He tilted his head into the air, slamming his friends legs into the ceiling. With his shoulders firmly pushed into his throat he was practically choking. He needed to get him down quick. He felt as more and more of him was crammed inside of him. He could hear him shouting something but couldn't make it out, he was too focused on his meal. Only a few seconds later the only part of his friend still outside of him was the tips of his feet, and in one more gulp, he was gone. Almost as quickly as it had started he was gone. Completely within him. He gasped for air. He took a few breaths and retracted his cloak once more. He let out a belch. He felt so full. But despite that, from the outside you would never guess what had just happened. His friend was entirely hidden by his cloak. The hunger was gone now, completely sated, he felt calm. For a moment that is.

Only a few seconds later the weight of his actions came crashing down on him. Had... had he really just done that?! Did he just eat his friend?! No... no, no! This had to be a dream of some kind! He was in denial, and he knew it. He felt movement inside him. As the weight of that feeling hit him, erything seemed to lose color, it felt like time was slowing around him. The intense feeling of shame, regret, disgust washed over him. He had just eaten him, alive. That thought rang through his head. What started as the slight sting in his eye quickly changed to complete sobbing. He was a monster! Why had he done this?! How could he?! He was a danger to the people around him! He didn't know what to do as those thoughts swirled violently through out his mind. He felt completely alone. Until he heard his friend speak.

"V-Vall? A-Am I going to be okay?"

"Y-Yes." He squeaked out between sobs.

"Why? Why did you do this? Why?!"

"I-I... I just... I-I.."

He felt him kick, the pain almost knocked him to the ground.

"Answer me Vall! Why did you do this?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!"

"P-please don't s-struggle."

"I'm going to struggle you freak! What the fuck Vall?! Spit me out!"

"I-I will.. Just p-please stop, i-it hurts when you kick."

He felt another kick. It knocked the wind out of him for a moment.

"I fucking hope it does! I was going to help you! And you pull this shit?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!"

He had no answer. He deserved the pain of his kicking and struggling. He just collapsed to the floor and started sobbing harder. He just wanted to shrivel up and die. Years of friendship and trust destroyed, all because he couldn't wait. Every time he felt him squirm or kick or struggle in there his demands for answers rang through his head louder and louder. He felt like a monster. He only wanted to say one thing.

"I-I'm so sorry."

He curreled up and tried to cloak his head too. He wanted to be hidden away from the world, so nobody else would know the horror that became of him. So he couldn't hurt anyone else. He laid there form a few minutes, crying to himself, regretting everything he had ever done. He barely even realized that his friend wasn't struggling anymore. He heard him speak up again, softer this time.

"Vall? It's okay. I'm sorry too."

"W-What do you mean? Why are you sorry? I did this!"

"Me screaming at you is only making you worse. Just, take your time to calm down, it's okay, I forgive you."

"Y-You... f-forgive.... me?"

"I do. You'd never hurt me. I trust that you did this for a reason."

He couldn't belive it. After everything he had done, he still forgave him. He could hear his friend's voice shake, he was still a little scared but he seemed to truly believe that he was safe. His mind seemed to calm a little, maybe they could work this out. He tried to collect himself, but it hard. It took a while to just get to a state where he wouldn't break down if he even thought about what he had done. Maybe now he could talk to his friend.

"A-Are you okay in there?"

"I'm fine, if a little cramped."

"Let's t-try and get you out."

"No, not yet, I have questions."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to know why. Why did you do this?"

He felt tears sting in his eyes once more, but he had to keep himself together, he owed him answers.

"I couldn't wait that long. It hurt, so, so much. I didn't want to do this, I just couldn't take the pain. I knew you be okay, you were never in danger, I just needed something, anything to hold me over until the stores opened."

"Well is it working?"

"Yes, it is." He responded shamefully.

"How long until the stores open?"

"Twenty minutes, but you won't have to be there that long, I'll get you out now, I can deal with the pain."

"No Vall, you can't. Well be right back at square one."

"What do you mean?"

"You clearly cannot deal with the pain."

"Well what's other option?"

"I could wait here for a while?"

"W-What?"

"I could stay here for bit, for you."

"W-Why would you want that?"

"It's not that bad in here, I don't mind staying here for some time if it means you aren't in so much pain."

"A-Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, why don't you try and relax in bed?"

Maybe he was right. Maybe he should just try and relax. They'd both been through a lot in only a few minutes. He picked himself up off the ground with some difficulty. It was a little challenging to maintain his balance, with the hundred and fifty pounds of extra weight in his abdomen. He made sure to carefully lower himself on to his bed, as to not disturb his friend. When he eventually laid back down he finally was able to fully relax, and only then could he really take in the sensations he was feeling.

He could make out every movement, squirm or shift his friend made. It was a strange feeling. But without the fear and regret from before, he almost, enjoyed it? It tickled a little. But it a good way. Like a soothing massage. He could feel his friends breathing. The steady rise and fall of his chest. He could feel the warmth of his friends body heat, it made him feel sort of cozy. He curiously pulled his cloak back to see where his friend was stored. It didn't look all that much different then normal, maybe a minor bulge on his belly but that was it. His friend was almost completely buried under so much him. He was so hidden, yet so close. Only a thin layer of flesh away was him. He hovered his hand over it, an intense desire to feel him. But something held him back for moment, nervousness perhaps? It didn't stop him for long, he gently touched his middle, and to his surprise he felt him touch back. He felt so close to him in that moment. Emotionally and physically.

He wondered what it was like for him, to be in his stomach. It couldn't hurt to ask, right?

"What's it like in there?"

"Blue, your stomach is a deep blue."

"It is?"

"So was your maw."

He look at the mirror in the room and opened his mouth. He was right, it was a deep rich blue. He had never really thought about it that much. It never really struck him as something notable, all members of his species had blue maws. But now, it was a comforting thought to know his friend surrounded by such a nice color.

"I ment, what's it feel like?"

"It's sort of soft and not too small."

"I thought you said it was cramped?"

"It's tight, but not in a bad way."

"Cozy?"

"l-l uh, wouldnt say that. Oh and wet, it is very wet in here."

"Is that bad?"

"Not really, I'm soaked but, I don't really mind. But I am going to need a towel once I'm out of here."

"I can get you that when you're out."

"Thank you."

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The sun was up, it had been up for a few hours now. The stores had open a long time ago, but neither of them brought it up, he wondered why he hadn't spoken up yet, but he didn't mind, he enjoyed him being in there. But they couldn't sit here forever, they eventually had to get something for him to really eat. Eventually his roommate floated the question.

"So, how about we think about getting you something to really eat."

"Do you want to run out to the store?"

"It'll still take a while to get there, grab the food and get it back to you. I think you should get it."

"What? I should go out, IN PUBLIC, with you in there? Are you serious?"

"Am I really that noticeable? Am I not hidden by your cloak?"

He did have a point, he looked no different then usual from the outside. But to go out and interact with people, in this state. He was terrible with people normally, he couldn't imagine trying to talk to someone with another, living, breathing being inside of him. Just thinking about it made him nervous. But he really didn't want to deal with the pain a second longer than he had to.

"No" he begrudgingly admitted.

"You can get your food, come home, spit me out and eat some real food."

"But what if somebody asks why I'm walking funny? What if somebody notices the little bulge when I'm holding things?"

"Just.... say you had a good meal or something, I highly doubt anyone will immediately assume you ate somebody."

"You do have a point."

"See? You'll only be out for half an hour. If for whatever reason somebody finds out, you can pin all the blame on me."

He felt calmer, maybe he could. Maybe he could go out and get his food like this.

A few minutes later he was waiting at a bus stop. There was a few more people waiting too. All humans, his kind were vastly out numbered by humans. There was about a hundred humans for every Vulcanite. He stood out. He tried his best to keep his cool. Nobody seemed to notice his anxious behavior. Only a few minutes later the bus arrived. He ducked his head as he stepped on. While modern infrastructure was designed for both humans and Vulcanites, but it was hard to make everything suitable for such large beings.

He wondered if he should sit down or stand on the bus, if he sat it would draw less attention but it would be uncomfortable for his friend, but, if he stood people might notice his.... meal. No, he was over thinking this. Nobody would notice if he stood.

Ten minutes later he ducked his head once more as he stepped of the bus. He was here. When he walked about. He made sure to grab twice the food he'd normally get. He knew that he would eat a lot once they got home, so he should make sure they had more food after he was done. He was shocked to see that no one took notice of him. Well not entirely, he occasionally got a few curious looks from people who didn't see Vulcanites much. He didn't mind though. He understood that humans were very curious beings.

When he grabbed everything he'd need he made his way to the check out. He recognized one of the cashiers. Anne. She was one of the guests they'd had over just yesterday. He looked down at his stomach. The ones that had eaten the last of their food, the ones that had driven him to eat his friend. He didn't mind. He was almost glad that they had run out of food. It had led him to this unique experience.

He made his way over to her and put his groceries next to her.

"Oh! Vall it's you!"

"Y-yeah, it's me."

"Sorry for eating the last of your food."

He awkwardly chuckled.

"It's alright, no harm done."

"Thank you, say where's your roommate? I usually see him here, never you."

He panicked to think of an excuse. She'd be surprised to realise he was here too.

"Oh! He's... he's uh... working today! They're having issues at Helios! They needed him."

She seemed to notice his stuttering language. But she didn't push it.

"Okay... If you say so."

He quickly picked up his food and left. Even though it was minor, the exchange between him and Anne left his heart pounding, his brain had already run through all the ways he could slip up. But he made it. He walked home carrying well over a dozen large bags of food. It was a little hard to hold so much in all four hands and keep his middle hidden. But he managed.

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He opened to door and placed the bags on the kitchen table. He prepared himself to spit his friend out and immediately scarf down the food he had bought. No wait, he should grab a towel for his friend. He walked back downstairs and tosses the towel on the table, only then did he notice that he hadn't heard or felt his friend since he left the house. He prodded at his stomach.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh... yeah I'm fine. I just fell asleep."

"Asleep?"

"Yeah? I fell asleep. Is that an issue?"

"No, it's just, a little surprising to hear that you actually fell asleep in there. It it actually that comfortable?"

"Oh, it's, umm, alright I guess, it's not uncomfortable. Nevermind it, did you get your food?"

"Yeah, nobody noticed. I also saw Anne. She asked where you were."

"Well what did you say?"

"I told her that Helios needed you."

"Did she buy it?"

"Not entirely. She definitely knew something was up but she didn't ask. Anyway, are you ready to come out?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Alright, just give me a moment."

It was at that moment he realized something. How does he make himself vomit? Could he just.... push him back up? He lodged all of his hands under the slight bulge in his middle, and pushed. It made him feel sick. But that was good. After a bit he felt him be forced back up into his throat. He felt him reach his arm up until he felt it pop back into his mouth. He quickly used two his hands to reach into his maw and grab him. It was tough to keep his grip, his hand was covered in drool. But he managed to hold on and pull him out. He felt him be dragged out of him until he was holding him in the air. He was a mess, utterly soaked in saliva. He gently put him back on the ground and handed him the towel. Only then did the hunger come back. He immediately started devouring the food around him. Only a few minutes later he felt full. He took a few deep breaths. The episode was over. Finally. He turned to his friend. He didn't seem to mind the view of his gluttony. He was too busy cleaning himself off.

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The sun was gone now. The unusual day they'd had was still on both of their mind. But neither showed it. They hadn't talked about it, all day. The were getting ready to go to bed. His roommate was watching a documentary on his phone in bed. And he was sat at his desk, next to the mirror, reading a novel. He heard his roommate speak.

"Are we not going to talk about what happened today?"

"Why? Is there something you want to say?"

"Well..."

He saw a look of nervousness on his face. Almost like he regretted asking. What was on his mind? Did he... enjoy his time? He assumed he might have enjoyed it. Perhaps he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

"Did you like it in there?"

"N-no!" He snapped back.

He smiled, that was it. He turned to him.

"Did you enjoy it? It's fine if you did."

"I..."

He seemed reluctant to admit it. He knew it would a little odd to say you enjoyed you're time in somebody's stomach. He didn't mind, he had enjoyed it too.

"You did, didn't you. I don't mind, I liked it too."

"Well..."

"Are you not going to admit it?"

"Maybe a bit..."

Ha! He had his answer. But there still seemed to be something on his mind. He knew him, he wouldn't admit something like this without a little... "encouragement" He had an idea. Maybe he could push him a little, it might get him to admit whatever was bothering him.

"Awww, are you upset you had to leave?"

"N-no!"

"Don't worry, you can tell me."

"....a little...."

He got up out of the chair and walk towards him. He had an idea that he might like.

"Say... Maybe you could help me during episodes, hold me over for a while, like today?"

He showed a toothy smile to signal what he was implying. He saw his friend squirm a little.

"I-If you w-want to..."

"Both of us know you want to, that's what bugging you, just admit you want to get eaten again."

"Fine. I had a good time. I wouldnt mind helping you through episodes by doing... that."

He reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Good to hear."

He walked back to his bed, and laid down. He looked at his friend, laying in bed, trying to continue his documentary. But he could see him turning to look at him every now and then. He quickly turned his head back to his phone when he noticed him staring at him. He felt a smile cover his face. He almost looked forward to the next episode. He rolled over to face the wall. He thought about the way he had teased his friend. It was oddly... fun? Just to playfully mess with him a little. He had never really done something like that. He normally didn't have enough confidence to talk like that, but after today, he felt a little more sure of himself.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

#i gave him tarrare disease FUCK #endo #safe vore #endosoma #pred pov #tw vore #half size vore #vore day #oh hey #the old first draft of the vore day fic #this is for my mutuals who are oh so normal about Val

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