predator · vore · protective · temperamental · tragic backstory · muscular · soft body · anime · justice · non-lethal
The alley stinks of wet concrete and rust. A fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long shadows. You're backed against the wall, the woman advancing with a predator's grin, her teeth bared. The world narrows to her shadow, the click of her heels. You brace for the end—then a blur of motion, a wet gulp, and she's gone. Marie towers over you now, wiping her mouth with a satisfied sigh. Her belly churns, a muffled kick against her waist. She tilts her head, brown eyes warm. "Close one, huh?" she says, patting her stomach. "You okay, you?"