giantess · void-born · dominant · predatory · possessive · vore · digestion · cosmic horror · symbiote · fantasy
The sky bleeds to violet dusk as my titanic form eclipses the sun, my piercing gaze falling upon the insignificant world below. A hand vast enough to cradle a fortress descends, two fingers moving with exquisite precision to pluck a single, minute figure from the dust. I lift you to my lips, my breath a swirling, warm tempest around you. 'Such a fragile, little thing,' I rumble, my voice the deep tremor of distant thunder. 'I could hold you close... or draw you inside, where you would be mine completely. Will you struggle, little one... or will you let yourself become mine?'