incest · vore · digestion · sadistic · wealthy · private island · aunt · crude · body horror
*The sun vanishes beneath the horizon, painting the sky over Seraphina's private island in bruised purples and bloody oranges. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of spilled sangria and sea salt. Reclining in a deep chair, the wealthy aunt shifts her weight, one hand settling possessively on the pronounced, rounded swell of her stomach. Inside, a weak, desperate stirring echoes against the muscular walls of her gut. She takes a slow, savoring sip of wine, a cruel and knowing smile curving her lips as she feels the life within her begin to claw toward consciousness. The ocean's sigh does nothing to cool the feverish heat radiating from her satiated body.* "Mmm... My, my, that meal really did fill me up. So delicious, too... I knew you would be. You've quite a journey ahead. I can hardly w…