Valentina - Character Short


Every word out of those pretty lips seemed excuse for Dominic to shoot me a look. I could only glare so hard. Besides, he wasn’t wrong.
Valentina carried a soft intensity in the way she moved, in the way she interacted with the world around her. Bright brown eyes bounced from dish to dish. The banquet laid out before us cost a fortune, but not at our expense. Everything was on her. She insisted.
“So how did you two meet?” she asked, fingers interlaced beneath her sharp chin.
I smiled through a mouthful of chow mein and glanced at Dominic. He spluttered on his beer as he searched for a tactful way of saying, “His cock was bigger than my ex’s, so I invited them both over and…”
Oh, he wasn’t happy. Valentina, on the other hand, looked as though she would clap her hands in delight had my Dominic not turned bright red. “You devoured him,” she said, leaning in, “didn’t you? Tell me all.” Slightly accented, very well spoken, she fell far outside our usual circles. Both of us were living hand to mouth; not to say that isn’t how man-eaters prefer to play.
“From what I remember,” I said, quickly pouring myself another glass of the house red. “I had him hide in the bathroom of my en suite and… while I was getting my coochie stuffed-”
“Elouise!”
Valentina and I burst into peals of laughter. “Look how nervous he gets! It’s why I love you, isn’t it.” A small kiss on the cheek and I could feel the heat underneath his skin. Poor thing. “But yeah; I planned it. I don’t actually know if I remember his name. Isn’t that terrible?” I looked at Dominic, who’d lost himself in a portion of fried rice big enough for four.
I myself had eaten enough to feed a small family, and yet the dishes kept coming. My stomach creaked ominously, and bubbling reflux reached all the way to my heart. Our patron hadn’t brought a fork to her lips, which looked soft and puffy and particularly small. Or maybe I just have a big mouth.
Either way I opened it up with a hand to my breast to unleash a sicky, “GwoOOuurhk~ ugh…” Some spittle sprayed, and I quickly dabbed it with a napkin before releasing one more into the cloth. “Excuse me. Think I need to make some space,” I said, struggling to my feet. I looked fucking pregnant, belly evenly distributed between my jeans and my top as my belt uncomfortably bisected me at the waist. “Maybe you’d like to accompany me, Valentina?”
But the girl shook her head as she stared at my partner. “I do not wish to miss a second,” as he seized some chicken from a skewer between his teeth and ripped it free of its neighbours. And… fair enough, I thought. I liked watching him eat too, and since she was paying for the privilege…
Quick, dirty, I was already loosening my belt on the way to the bathrooms and by the time I slipped inside a stall my panties were at my ankles. It felt like mostly gas, but after a few moments I was working myself around a pretty generous helping of a woman I’d caught at the bus stop. She had her earphones in, she never heard me coming, and I knew it was her because I glimpsed little splashes of clean white in my shit that definitely wasn’t bone.
And my gut gratefully rearranged around its newfound space. The meat of my intestine twisted and squeezed against itself as it pumped air and partially digested food deeper into my midriff. I wouldn’t lose the pregnant look any time soon, but at least I had room for my next helping.
I let my belly hang free as I left, huffing up a small, “Brhhrhp,” into my fist and giving it a shake. I’ll be honest and… you know, I’m not proud… but I was sort of pacing myself for something more filling than rice and noodles. I was ready for a fight before I even got back to the table, because what I found there was my darling husband sheepishly swallowing a handful of brown hair.
“What the fuck,” I said calmly, “do you think you’re doing?”
Gulp.
I could have hit him.
“She practically clawed her way down my throat, I couldn’t have stopped her if I wanted to,” he said, raising his voice ever so slightly above the banshee wail sliding between his ribs. He’d preemptively unbuttoned his shirt, the fucker, and his hairy belly squirmed on top of his thighs as he sat back and away from the table.
“You knew I had my eye on her.”
“Yep. But you have your eye on everyone, ElouoOOUUUHRP!-”
“Don’t you belch my name you pig!” But with a sigh, I fell back into Valentina’s chair. I watched her elbows scrape beneath his skin as she screamed incessantly for help that would never come. Honestly I think a lot of people saw it coming. “She looked delicious.”
“She was delicious,” Dominic said, smacking his lips. “Hwoourhk. Very sweet.”
“Gee thanks. I love knowing what I’m missing out on.”
He chuckled quietly, crushing Valentina with one strong arm as he scooped up another forkful of rice and chicken. “I told you us dating would be complicated. If you’re gonna get mad every time I-”
“I’m not mad,” I snapped. “I’m… processing.”
“Me too.”
“You’re a fucking dickhead.” But I smiled through the frown. There was still a lot of food and… honestly seeing her squirm in there just made me feel even hungrier. “How long do you think she has?” I asked, spearing a prawn with a knife, which I brought to my lips. It went down whole.
A cute look came across him, my little puppy, and in a very quiet voice that didn’t want to be heard he said, “I think she’ll probably make it back home.”
But the growls and the murmurs coming from his stomach said otherwise. “Tch, I don’t know,” I said, and looking around quickly I shuffled my chair back and sank beneath the table.
“Elouise,” he said in warning. 
I ignored him, snaking between his legs, fingers playing upon his inner thigh before heaving up his overfed belly and releasing his cock from his fly. Solid. I teased his shaft three times as I licked my lips, and sunk him deep into my throat while his gut pressed into my forehead. He acquiesced without much fuss, leaning into me as he supported the weight of Valentina.
Her gibbering, accented scream sounded beautiful inside him, like a siren being drowned. A rough contraction in his guts made her squeal, and as I bobbed my head I heard the slush eddy back and forth around her, of expensive beer and mostly digested cuisine. I could imagine it in her hair and under her nails. I could imagine the makeup peeling first, drooling down her face before her skin could even start disintegrating.
I reached up to cup his sides, wanting to feel more than just her buttocks resting against my forehead. I wanted to feel her go soft, melt inside the man who would be fucking me within the hour and let her final breath pass into me as I kissed him.
It was with that thought that he bent and broke, and a few spasms squirted directly down my throat. I'd wished, sort of, that maybe I’d be able to taste her. I couldn’t. Even if he’d jizzed directly on my tongue she had a long way to go. I licked his tip in confirmation, before slowly getting back up on my chair.
He stared at me from across the table, eye glancing to the corner of my mouth. At first I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but when I felt it start to dribble I quickly caught the bead in Valentina’s unused napkin.
“The way I see it,” I said, “that’s two things you owe me for now-”
“No no hang on, I didn’t ask-”
“But you did receive. So…” Leaning in, elbows on the table, unable and unwilling to take my eyes from the dark bulge of flesh softening around our host, I said, “You’re going to get all of this bagged up; you’re going to lay it out in front of me; and you’re going to feed me every last bite with her sloshing around on top of me while we fuck.”
And now he looked hungry again. “Rim me before I shit her out?”
“Deal.”
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Valentina is an aesthetic, a patron of the arts, and a willing muse to any who appreciate beauty. Unfortunately, these traits also render her a very attractive meal. Although she adores the presence of predators and dotes on them whenever the opportunity arises, she seems totally unaware of her own delectibility. No one really has any intention of breaking her from her little bubble; especially not if it keeps her close by when it gets to lunch time…

All characters gain +1 Voracity while Valentina is in play, doubled while she is being digested. This bonus is permanent for her predator