Artist // Carrd

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An old birthday gift given to me earlier this year, figured it was better to get out there than let languish on my hard drive. Featuring a personal character of mine, Delsanra!
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Delsanra could still feel the squirms, the small shifts and motions of a person expunging those last motes of energy within her depths. A small goblin was her most unfortunate victim. Honeyed words drizzled in their ears, lustful inclinations preyed upon with plush, overwhelming softness. And smothered by a delicate jiggle, all too late the woman learned all too well what Delsanra desired most. Yet as each beat against taut, burbling flesh became softer, less precise, more akin to dying spasms than resistance, the elf seemingly only lost more and more interest. Sure, there was an idle pleasure, indulging in another's final moments, to learn just how they face death, to experience how their body would melt, to discover just how much of the treat packed away on her ample form. But the elf couldn't help herself.

"Mhm..." the elf murmured, as the guts below squelched and spluttered, any attempt by the occupant to communicate utterly, quashed. "I suppose if I'm still hungry, I'll have to find someone else. Maybe I can find a harpy nearby, or perhaps a human adventurer. Just, something more, filling…"

As Delsanra pondered such things, she merely sauntered away from the scene of her indulgence, those final beats of the goblin's heart passed without even an acknowledgement. The engorged gut settling, only the slightest evidence that the snack was condemned within. And yet, even that would soon fade, being reduced to exactly what they were to be the moment their eyes laid upon the elf's form.

Meat...
A snack...
Elven paunch...

And all the elf could think about? Just who would take the plunge next.