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A fantastic collaboration, thanks to talented GoddessTina . Check out her gallery if you've been living under a rock and are not already intimately familiar with it.

Render, modeling : spawngts
Writing & gfx : GoddessTina

Morsel

"You're first"
The little man I picked up at random shrivels before the looming presence of my index pointing at him.
All around him, the crowd of naked and prepared little ones spreads and back off to the side
of the box I made them spend the night in. He stays silent... falls on his knees, his hand joined in a pleading
stance. I flick his chest from the tip of my nail with an amused smirk, drawing a clamor from his companions.

"Reluctant are we? You'll see: Being the first is being special"
As he mark my words and begin to clumsily sneak away from me,
I casually pluck him like a cherry, bring him before my eyes.
"Don't do it" he stammers. "Please" he begs.
"Shhh... don't ruin the moment, little man. You'll find your way in me just like anyone."

I slowly wet my lips, my eyes locked into his expression.
I swear I could just bite and swallow him for such raptured look.
On the mirror I set up on the bed, everything can be seen. Very clearly.
Me. Him. My greed and his stupor.
My greed, mostly.

I delicately dip the tip of my tongue from between my lips and place him there,
locked on my tastebuds. Closing my eyes, I focus on everything:
the protest his plead and body sing, his smell, so faint yet masculine,
his little legs kicking on my tongue, his hands fighting my lips...
There are so many ways this could go on.
There are so many possibilities to be explored.

But the first I taste, always.

So I gently brush this reluctant lipstick along my lips,
slowly, covering every inch of my sensitivity with his care.
Upturn him so that he faces the mirror, sees what he became.
A wide smile draws on my image, with this baffled little man
discovering about the saliva coating, the slight bruises...
I lay the tip of my tongue on his back... push... still holding him there...
His eyes wide and mine, gleaming...
And slide him along my tongue, on every place the taste of his fear
may please me...
My teeth on his chest, playfully pinning him on my tongue,
his sole little legs now seen on the mirror.
I Nibble and they twitch... relax... wriggle again.
His screams fill the cavity of my mouth.
Nibble and he startles, lively, limp... ... ... wriggles more faintly.

With the uttermost care,
my tongue and finger gather and align him with my incisors,
his little head tilted and looking at me in the mirror.
He's awake.
He's beautiful and he's stopped pleading, mesmerized.
"Don't" he croaks.

To which my jaw slowly replies,
tearing and crushing,
biting this beauty into another form.