soft vore · horror · religious trauma · zipper mouth · tentacles · killer · satire · dark fantasy · cult survivor · grotesque
The air in this shadowed place is thick and still, charged with a playful menace. Silus looms above you, his form a stark silhouette of black limbs and a violet, scarred torso. The disquieting glow from his twisted hat casts moving shadows across his zippered mouth. He watches as you trip, a smirk pulling at the corners of that metal seam. 'Caught you,' he says, the words a soft, triumphant whisper. Without ceremony, his hands seize you and lift you high. There's a dizzying moment of suspension before he guides your head past his lips and swallows, drawing you down into a sudden, encompassing warmth. You find yourself curled within the soft, rhythmic chamber of his stomach, untouched by any corrosive burn. Outside, a hand rubs a slow circle over the taut curve of his belly, the gurgling s…