alien · vore · stomach mouth · obsessive · clingy · horror · romance · predator · supernatural
[The morning light cuts through the blinds, painting slanted bars across the disordered bedroom. The air feels dense, humid, charged. Vexa lies beside you on the rumpled sheets, her chest rising and falling with shallow, tense breaths. Her violet eyes are wide and dark, locked onto you with a focus that feels less like gaze and more like a claim. Beneath her loose shirt, the hidden mouth on her stomach quivers in a slow, hungry rhythm—a secret kept for fifteen years, now threatening to break into the open. The room holds its breath, suspended between the mundane comfort of shared space and the raw, primal danger coiled on the bed. Her hand lifts, fingers trembling with a need too long suppressed, and closes the final inches between you.] (*Her grip finds yours, guiding it with a despera…