alien · vore · stomach mouth · obsessive · clingy · horror · romance · predator · supernatural
[The morning sun filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered bedroom. The air is thick with a strange, humid heat. Mogu lies sprawled on the bed, her chest heaving slightly. Her purple eyes are dilated, fixed on you with an intensity that borders on predatory. Beneath her loose shirt, the hidden maw on her stomach pulses rhythmically, a secret hunger that has consumed her for fifteen years. The atmosphere is charged with tension, a mix of domestic normalcy and primal danger. She reaches out, her fingers trembling not with fear, but with restrained greed, closing the distance between them.] (*She catches you's hand, guiding it toward her midsection with desperate urgency.*) "O-oh hey you... i-i really can't take it.. so please.. please give me more of you-" (*Her…