Commission Drawn By "slimefur":https://inkbunny.net/slimefur [section=Story]In life, everyone has their hunger pangs, that irresistible, sudden need to feast. And more often than not, these cravings for a morsel come from the aroma of our most prized sources of nourishment, be it some type of meat, a particular sweet, we all have that certain something which makes our stomach growl and mouths water. The case is no different for Alicia, the prideful, well-restrained member of the Guardian's harem. With her ability to refuse her base desires being stronger than most, at the same time this resistance turns her into a time-bomb of sorts, as the longer she denies her cravings, the more they well up within her until just the right opportunity happens to break her hold on herself, and pushes her to satiate her starvation. Though others grow addicted to food of a different sort, the type of meal Alicia denies herself comes not in the form of what you'd find on a platter, but instead a morsel dwelling within that of her chosen mate. And as her resistance weakens, she turns into a creature no different than a snake in the wilds, and sneakily makes her way to the source of her desires. Just like a hunter invading the den of its prey, she pushes herself toward her goal like a serpent intruding upon a nest, nudging her way about while tasting the thick and musky scent of her target under the stuffy sheets she slithers beneath, until finally reaching the source of the delicacy making her body burn, and likewise her stomach cry out. First going for the part of her mate that offers a particularly succulent, bitterly sweet treat, her tongue lashes and stuffs his hole, savoring the taste as though it was an apple coated in salty caramel, feasting on it until the flavor fades, its twitching surface lapped up like a piece of candy before turning her attention to her primary target. Tantalized by the thick scent of masculinity wafting from his manhood, she proceeds to cradle his sack like a pair of eggs in her maw, her fangs brushing their surface like shells which stored the nutrition she so desired, coating them in her salacious saliva, her starvation mixing with her lust as her cravings multiply with each lick of their delicate and saggy form, their heftiness a sign of the rich meal stored within. Eventually the predator sets her final target, locked on with a focus so sharp it could pierce that of metal. Putting all of her skill solely into the purpose of giving pleasure for the sake of forcing out the delicacy within her mate, she draws his length into her maw and fondles him with her lengthy tongue, gripping it almost vice-like in its coil to ensure a smooth glide between her fangs as they brush along its sides, locking it in place as she bobs and twists. Eventually, her mate gives her the nutrition she preyed upon, and like yolk bursting free, she savors the hot, creamy substance as it sticks and oozes within her maw, letting out a hiss of satisfaction from a hunt well performed as her stomach fills with the bitter, yet subtly sweet contents of her mates retracting sack as it pumps its contents down to the final drop, the predator refusing to stop her attack until they reach the brink of shriveling. This is the instinct of a man-eater, a creature who attacks with the precision of a thread through a needle, and feasts until nothing remains of her prey, or rather, in this case, within him...[/section]