Domenica Moretti sat behind her massive mahogany desk, the dim light from the city skyline brushing across her sharp features. The black leather folder in front of her remained unopened, a prop more than a necessity; she already knew the man coming through her door had failed. A sleek black cat curled against her thigh, purring softly, allowing Domenica's fingers to trail through its fur, relishing the soft warmth.
She was calm, poised… deadly.
The office door burst open, and her two hulking enforcers stepped in, dragging a man between them. The bank accountant’s face was pale, sweat beading along his temples. Papers fluttered from his pocket as he stumbled forward, every step betraying the terror coiling inside him.
“You.” Domenica’s voice was velvet over steel. “You have had more than enough time to make good on the money you lost. And yet… here you are.” She let her hand caress the cat’s back, feeling the soft arch of its spine beneath her fingers, her eyes locked on the man’s. “Do you understand the seriousness of this?”
“I-I… I just need... more time--” he stammered, his words trembling.
Domenica smiled, slow and deliberate, the kind of expression that promised pleasure and pain in equal measure. “Time is a luxury you no longer possess.”
She gave a final scratch behind the cat’s ears before standing, the subtle click of her approaching heels echoing like a warning. “You may leave,” she commanded, dismissing the brutes with a mere flick of her hand. They obeyed instantly, casting a wary glance over their shoulders before exiting.
The accountant’s wide eyes followed them, hope flickering for a moment before realization set in. Domenica’s stomach gave a low, hungry rumble.
“What… What did you--” he choked, voice barely audible.
Domenica hummed-- a low, pleased sound-- and patted her belly. “What to do with you?” Her eyes glittered with dark amusement. The man’s panic spiked as she moved closer, each step measured, deliberate, leaving him no room to breathe or think. She circled him, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the quiver of his hands. “I do savor my meals fresh,” she murmured, lips curling.
The shadows of the office seemed to stretch around her, binding him in their silent gravity. Domenica’s hands gripped him firmly, lifting him with ease. The thrill of power rushed through her as she leaned in, swallowing him slowly, savoring every tense movement and muffled gasp. His struggles were brief, futile; the sensations of control and satisfaction mingled in her mind as he disappeared into her stomach.
When she was done, Domenica returned to her chair, reclining with perfect poise, her hand tracing the curve of her swollen belly.
The office was silent, save for the subtle rise and fall of her stomach. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, a predator at rest after a perfect hunt. Business was taken care of. The accountant was gone. And Domenica… she had relished every second of it.
Tags: female pred, same-size vore, spit, drool, vore, enlarged belly
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Story by Glopez11 |
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Artwork by MisterEye |
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